No: I cannot delay,
But must quickly away
Where the rills in the valley my coming stay;
I haste to the dell
Where the wild-flowers dwell,
Then "Peace to thee, minstrel," is the rain-drop's farewell.

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The poetry and prose you have been reading, children, thus far was
most of it selected, when I was invited to a beautiful celebration,
with some account of which you will be glad, I am sure, to have me
close my collection. It was on


CHRISTMAS EVENING AT THE PITTS-STREET CHAPEL,

A very neat chapel, where Rev. Mr. Winkley, one of the Ministers at
Large, preaches. On this occasion a platform was built up in front of
the pulpit: most of the centre pews were filled with happy-looking
boys and girls, and the rest of the room, even to the aisles, quite
crowded with grown-up men and women. After the singing of two hymns by
the children, and a prayer, a gentleman made a short address, telling
how much better was the religion of the Jews than the religion of the
Heathen. Then was spoken in a very pleasant way the following



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